[Verse 1: Fashawn]
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You niggas sick, but it's not the measles
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I'm slangin' hard rock nigga, flock of seagulls
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[Murs]
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When this shit drop it's gonna shock the people
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Like Barack hit the block lettin' off the Eagle
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[Fashawn]
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I even had that white boy, Ben Stiller
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Chinese minx, call her chinchilla
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[Murs]
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When you drop that shit, niggas didn't feel ya'
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That whack shit didn't phase me, but it did kill ya'
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[Fashawn]
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Swear to God I never needed a rap manual
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All I needed was some Mary Jane and some Jack Daniels
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[Murs]
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On my Mama, I always been a rap vandal
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Smack a whack nigga to death with an axe handle
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[Fashawn]
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While you sittin' around lollygaggin'
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I'm rollin' chronic out the bag - put the molly shag in
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[Murs]
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Man these niggas out here hardly rappin'
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I come through and bless the mic In a godly fashion
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[Fashawn]
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So, necessary that you respect a Don
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Especially if he's on another echelon
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[Murs]
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I come through, with nothing but the freshest songs
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Wear it once and then it's trash, like a Ke$ha song
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[Fashawn]
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Yeah! Not an Ave you never catch us on
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You niggas is cosmetic as Revlon
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[Murs]
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I was the broke kid that never had a Megatron
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Stole it from the rich kids, that's why we couldn't get along
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[Interlude]
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[M]Look, Fash, nigga
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[F]Whaddup Murs?
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[M]You been leading of this whole hit man, you started the whole shit
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[M]But now I'm gonna go first
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[F]Aight, well do you thing homie
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[F]Go in
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[Verse 2: Murs]
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West Coast originator, never been an imitator
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Full-blown, acetone microphone disintegrater
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[Fashawn]
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Uh, I get ignorant in the midst of danger
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Inventive, considered the innovator
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[Murs]
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Where I'm, from we don't screw and chop shit
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They come through wearin' red and blue where we pop clips
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[Fashawn]
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Uh, and I be higher than a cockpit
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Let the chop spit hollow tips out his top lip
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[Murs]
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This is the sound of an underground renegade
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Who wears a crown and isn't down to catch any fade
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[Fashawn]
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Bwah, you ain't ballin' go get a bit of change
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Smooth criminal, hit a nigga through his window pane
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[Murs]
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And I was put here to put fear in suss niggas
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Nobody shook here, we don't give a fuck, nigga
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[Fashawn]
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Yeah! Drug dealers, slup peelers
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Mention it to my mug nigga, fuck Twitter
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[Murs]
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Gangbangers, thug niggas, nerds to the geeks
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All respect the way I put these words to the beat
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[Fashawn]
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In other words he's a beast every verse he completes
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Bad bitches, actresses, even birds give him beak
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[Murs]
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And the music that we make help the kids in the ghetto grow
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Fightin' for they're freedoms so they keep up out the federal
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[Fashawn]
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Uh, the name's embedded somebody let 'em know
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Always stay perpetual flow, so I forever glow
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[Murs]
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Fashawnin' on these niggas, straight up out the FC
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Catch me with the baddest bitch burnin' up the best tree
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[Fashawn]
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Or probably on some jet-ski's, I hustle collect cheese
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Last time you saw a check was on your S-B's
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[Murs]
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Yeah! Respect over everything
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Murs and Fashawn bet you never seen a better team
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Slash Gordan
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| Murs and Fashawn |
